The grand ballroom of the Amber Palace had been completely and entirely purged of its deeply corrupted history. The suffocating stench of decaying necromancy was absolutely gone, perfectly replaced by the fresh, crisp scent of the western desert night and the intoxicating aromas of a truly monumental feast. Thousands of floating, brilliant orbs of pure light magic, meticulously conjured by Princess Mana, illuminated the sprawling chamber. They cast a warm, golden glow across the polished marble floors and the towering, newly purified quartz pillars.
This was absolutely not a simple victory party. It was a highly calculated, flawlessly orchestrated corporate merger celebration. The young monarchs were hosting the most influential surviving representatives from all five former kingdoms to officially cement the political alliances of the Continental Accord.
The sensory splendour of the banquet was a breathtaking testament to the newly unified world.
